Finished Folds (1—3)

• 5
  She couldn't tell you about the first time she shot a gun. She doesn't remember. The recoil and the bullet wounds faded into one and she never knew whether she was the prey.

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  2014-04-04 21:12:20

• 5
  "No, but we agreed you'd take it off my hands if I weaved gold straw. I don't want it back."

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  cityofglass

  Folded

  2014-04-04 21:09:52

• 3
  Adam, beside her was still bleeding, the thickness tainting the worn seats. She bit her lip and made a sharp veer to the right.

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  cityofglass

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  2014-04-04 21:06:03